Boy, is Robin Hobb good at fanservice! The good kind, not the gratuitous female nudity kind.

Although it drags in parts, a lot of this book -mostly the second half- is just filled with squee. Even the ending, if you ship that way. (I don't. WTH.) There was a pleasant revist after revisit of old friends, and tying up those loose ends. (bends. lends. rends.)

This is probably the best of the Tawny Man part of this story. (I refuse to think of them as separate trilogies.) For Fans of Fitz.